Why is it...
...that twelve days seem like an eternity on the first day, but pass alarmingly quickly after you woke up on the second day? Since I'm already well into day 5, you can imagine how everything's becoming a bit of a blur.
Nevertheless, I'm making plans for the Skopje weekend, which seems to involve mostly eating, drinking and playing tennis. Not that I'm complaining, mind you.
Also, there's this faint but persistent undercurrent of worry, because I'm leaving the Fearsome Foursome to their own devices for three whole and two half days. I know, of course, that nothing's going to happen, but... Being a Crazy Cat Lady isn't an easy job, let me tell you.
The holiday so far has been very, very enjoyable, although I did a little less exercise than I'd intended -- unfortunately, whenever I give the flat a thorough cleaning, I just don't feel like leaving it, because some sort of nesting urge takes over, and I just want to be there and enjoy the cleanliness as long as it lasts. Which isn't too long, thanks to the Critters...
Weather here in Vienna is November-ish, but this afternoon there shall be Tennis (What? really???) and afterwards I absolutely have to get my feet into shape, because they look a fright. And my hands. They're not quite as horrific but could do with a manicure.
OK, off now to play with Rosinante the Decrepit Tennis Coach...
Nevertheless, I'm making plans for the Skopje weekend, which seems to involve mostly eating, drinking and playing tennis. Not that I'm complaining, mind you.
Also, there's this faint but persistent undercurrent of worry, because I'm leaving the Fearsome Foursome to their own devices for three whole and two half days. I know, of course, that nothing's going to happen, but... Being a Crazy Cat Lady isn't an easy job, let me tell you.
The holiday so far has been very, very enjoyable, although I did a little less exercise than I'd intended -- unfortunately, whenever I give the flat a thorough cleaning, I just don't feel like leaving it, because some sort of nesting urge takes over, and I just want to be there and enjoy the cleanliness as long as it lasts. Which isn't too long, thanks to the Critters...
Weather here in Vienna is November-ish, but this afternoon there shall be Tennis (What? really???) and afterwards I absolutely have to get my feet into shape, because they look a fright. And my hands. They're not quite as horrific but could do with a manicure.
OK, off now to play with Rosinante the Decrepit Tennis Coach...